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THE JAMES: TRANSFORMATION OF AN OZARK RIVER

Printed postcard, 1907. The genesis of the square-ended (and, as above, sometimes pointed), flat bottomed boats specifically for commercial floating on the James and White rivers is poorly documented. Many theories have been advanced as to how they were developed and how they came to be called “johnboats.” We chose to profile the James River in a 352-page all color book because its watershed…

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#Corps of Engineers #Empire District Electric #Galena #James River #Lake Taneycomo #Powersite Dam #Table Rock Dam #Table Rock Reservoir #White River

[herrlindemann]

KERRANG! - 12 October 2002

For Rammstein, growing up behind the Berlin Wall was a matter of life or death. Their incredible story can finally be told…

From the outside, East Berlin looks like any other prosperous Western city. Take the road to it from Schonfeld airport and the neon glow of petrol stations, fast-food chains, shopping malls and multiplex cinemas all flit reassuringly by. Near the centre, the glitzy communications tower looks positively sci-fi.

Get in closer, and the picture is less pristine. For every sign of new investment, there are as many examples of the old. Crumbling buildings — prison grey and rotting from the former Communist regime — serve as a reminder that the Wall which divided East and West since the Second World War is barely a decade gone. Graffiti covers every surface.

In the Prenzlauer district, this gulf between old and new is particularly striking. Brightly-colored apartment blocks and cafés sit right next to these corroding structures — half of which look like they might disintegrate at any moment. We are warned that the balconies dangling precariously from them have been known to descend into the street without warning.

It’s beneath such a balcony that we find Rammstein — a band renowned for reducing things to rubble.

Seemingly unaware of the latent doom scenario above theirs heads, four out of the six members — that’s guitarist Paul Landers, bassist Oliver Riedel, drummer Christoph Schneider and keyboardist Christian ‘Flake’ Lorenz — are sitting outside a curry house. Second guitarist Richard Z Kruspe-Bernstein is absent, having just moved to New York with his wife, although he literally phones in an appearance late. Press-shy meat-stack Till Lindemann is simply absent and uncontactable.

This is the first time the band have been back in their hometown for any length of time, following their punishing pan-continental touring schedule in support of ‘Mutter’. The atmosphere is relaxed. As everyone points out, this rare bit of downtime has allowed the band to focus on some extra-Rammstein issues. These include therapy, fatherhood, holidays in the sun, and a spot of interior decorating.

Still, these men are gathered here today to discuss Rammstein. If the exploits of six German and their flamethrowers across stages the world over has been long recognized as being one of the most extraordinary successes in rock, then the story of his they got there is even more remarkable.

Given that a band’s genesis is usually a clichéd tale of the unremarkable within the comfort of a Western society, you can’t help but wonder just what nu-metal’s whiny minions would make of Rammstein’s story. As far as band inceptions go, it’s one of the most bizarrely uplifting and surreal celebrations of triumph over adversity.

While techno-punk terrorist Alec Empire grew up on the prosperous, west side of the Berlin Wall, Rammstein began life on the other side. A side they describe as the ‘grey’ society, where queues were long, fun was short-lived and everything from your haircut to your shopping list went on a secret record somewhere. To an outsider, life itself under such conditions seems wretched and impossible. But where there’s a will, there is also a way. If the will is a contrary one with a penchant for mischief, then so much the better.

Indeed, as Paul Landers begins his side of the story you wonder whether, if you were to cut him ope, you might find running through him like the wording on a stick of rock, the legend ‘Adapt, Improvise, Overcome’. Set against the quiet Riedel, the blunt Schneider and the anxious Flake, the voluble guitarist is the animated soul of the band, punctuating all conversation with a flurry of gesticulation and dramatic sound effects.

“We lived like maggots in a piece of meat,” he recalls. “We lived in this repressive society, but we used any space we had for expression and doing things differently.”

Wowed by the power of the electric guitar, Landers soon found an outlet for expression through punk music and formed a band, Feeling B, with East Berlin natives Flake Lorenz and Christoph Schneider.

Punk was generally frowned upon by the state. Yet there were always legal loopholes to exploit. Since churches were exempt from the state certification process, a band could get gigs by registering as a wedding. Any serious gigging required a licence, obtained by playing in front of a designed committee. The guidelines were narrow and according to the guitarist, most licensed bands “sounded like Bruce Springsteen”, but Landers and co remained undeterred.

“On the face of it you complied,” he says, “but below you resisted.”

Cunningly, the band translated any politically sensitive material into English so it wouldn’t be understood and toned down their sound for the committee. The audition was also to bear a characteristic central to later Rammstein outings: a sense of provocative theatre.

“We dimmed the lights,” he says with a conspiratorial chuckle. “And we filled the place with dry ice using a washing machine we’d adapted. But,” and here he raises his finger in emphasis, “we wanted the dry ice to descend over everything like fog. So we put the washing machine on top of a ladder.”

It paid off. The band was issued a licence even if the committee had no idea what they were awarding it to. “We were given category ’S’,” he grins. “The uncategorized category.”

When they weren’t playing gigs, Landers and Flake, who squatted together in an apartment, would sell jackets made from cut-up bedsheets and dusters on the black market. Two jackets a month meant as much money as an average salaried worker.

“It was quite easy to make a living; to not work and stay out of trouble,” says Landers. “You only got problems if you got caught.”

If half of Rammstein were busily subverting the state, guitarist Richard Z Kruspe-Bernstein was suffering under it. Unlike his future bandmates living in the city, Richard — along with Till Lindemann and Oliver Riedel — came from the East German village of Schwerin. As a child, Richard would tell anyone within hearing distance that he was going to be a rock star, and sit for hours recording himself singing along to records. As a teenager, he was a troubled runaway, struggling to pursue his musical dream against a claustrophobic background of parental pressure and small-town mentality, where one in the three people were informants for the Stasi (German secret police).

“It was different in Berlin because it was a city,” he explains. “It was more spread out; but in the small towns they knew everything.”

While music provided an outlet for life’s trials — Richard and Till shared a loose network of bands — the guitarist’s patience snapped in early ’89 after getting caught up in a demonstration, mere months before re-unification. He was arrested and questioned by the police for three days.

“I had to stand against a wall for six hours at time,” he recalls, “and if I moved they beat me.” Richard was so shattered by the experience he decided to escape to the West.

It’s worth pointing out that a shoot-to-kill policy was employed by the police against anyone who tried to cross the wall. Richard is the only member of Rammstein who risked his life for a new one.

“Sometimes you have to do things,” he says, with stunning matter-of-factness. “You take the risk.”

While Richard fled his hometown, his longtime friend Till Lindemann was enjoying a more prosperous existence. Even then, the imposing frontman was something of an enigma, with a curious history. Having already represented the East as an Olympic swimmer, he had retired into that most rock’n’roll of professions: basketweaving. This was in part to recover from a youth recked through illegal steroid abuse.

Lindemann has netter himself a car and a house — unattainable items for most — from his business. It was this house that would be the central catalyst for bringing the six future members together. One morning, Landers, Flake and Schneider found themselves in its garden, after a particularly heavy night of partying.

“He was one of the ‘Silent Village People’,” says Flake of his first impression of the stern German who wrote poetry and could lift up his car by hand. “He was tall and big and did everything alone.”

Though they shared little common ground, notes Flake, a bond was forged. Lindemann was impressed with the music Flake and co bought from Berlin, while Lindemann in turn gave them access to something equally important: transport.

“Till was a party centre!” says Landers. “The stereo was always turned up full, and when we went to see bands, we’d all pile into Till’s car. There’s be up to 10 people in his car at any time…”

If the US-influenced punk played by band members was a product of repression in the East, then Rammstein itself was completely a product of reunification. Initially a casual noise project that took place in the basement between the six aspiring musicians, it came to represent the wealth of possibilities the fall of the Wall had released into their lives. Energy, excitement, experimentation.

“It was like anarchy,” says Schneider. “For a few years you could really do what you wanted to.”

So they travelled for the first time, toured the US for the first time and had access to technology (stage-lights, sequencers, decent amps) for the first time.

They also realized something for the first time. In the free market, to produce music that had any weight behind it, they had to stay true to their German roots.

Inspired by the drive and discipline of US acts, they returned home and began to concentrate more on Rammstein. Out went screaming guitar solos and in came the sequenced rhythms, guttural vocals and monotonous riffs that were to become Rammstein staples.

“It was completely free,” says Kruspe-Bernstein of their new lease of musical life.

“We were playing from the gut.”

Up until this point, Lindemann had still been trying to sing in English — a practice he found restrictive of his more complex lyrical ideas. The band reasoned that if they were going to play authentic, German metal, then they should extend the sentiment to the fullest. Switching to his mother tongue, Tills tales of violence and repressed emotions found a new voice.

“We played hard, we stood still and we had short hair,” says Kruspe-Bernstein. “We knew we were different.”

Rammstein have spent a career capitalizing on this very difference. It’s one of life’s little ironies that their innate German-ness is the very thing that has seen them embraced in every country except their own.

Although this is their hometown, our day with the band is not interrupted once by any fans, autograph hunters or even any stares from the curious, that you’d expect for a multiplatinum international act. Schneider puts much of it down to the fact that the German media still regard the band as a political debate rather than a musical act.

“Fans buy our records and come to the shows,” he says. “But we’ve never had any support from the media here — no airplay, nothing.”

Despite this, it’s interesting to note that all the members of Rammstein, save Kruspe-Bernstein, still live in the old East Berlin. Spend any time with them, particularly Landers, and you’ll feel a marked distaste for the new society. The guitarist’s assertion that capitalism has not been the savior to his hometown is rarely heard thought in a world where history and media have long decreed that no good can come of Communist regimes.

“I’ve seen both systems,” he says. “And if you compare it to now, life was much easier then. All your basic needs were taken care of. Obviously we’re happy the Wall fell, but look at all this, it’s so ugly.”

He gestures to a row of cafés and bars, which, were if not for the graffiti, could happily pass for a trendy corner of Islington. After Berlin was united, these kind of places forced out all the underground clubs and meeting points, stripping Berlin of its new-found energy and excitement. Landers singles out one culprit in particular — a pretentious looking bar called SODA.

“It’s like a yuppie club,” he says with disgust.

“They’re trying to be ‘cool’ and it’s ugly. Whenever I come back here from touring, Berlin seems so flat to me. It’s like I have to look for my own city.”

“The worst thing is, no-one realizes,” he sighs. “They think they have everything. But they have nothing.”

Not wishing to end on a sour note, the guitarist is keen to show us something East Berlin does have.

The Kesselhaus der Kulturbrauerei is a converted brewery complex that now functions as a gig venue and a museum of memorabilia. Here, Rammstein performed their first ever gig in 1993 — an uneventful performance apparently, that resulted only in six stiff necks the day after. But that’s not why we’re here.

In the museum next door is a Trabant — a car famous not just for being ugly and made almost entirely of fibre glass, but for being the only make of car available in the former Communist regime. To say that its awkward, graceless contours place it several rungs below a Skoda on the vehicular evolutionary scale is something of an understatement. It’s hideous and you wouldn’t be seen dead in it.

A grinning Landers notes that one of these beasts once belonged to Till Lindemann, and as such was responsible for forging the bonds that have kept them together for over 15 years.

It’s a surreal notion, particularly since the model in front of us looks like even two people might place an uncomfortable strain on its fragile exterior. However Landers assures us that this one is not to scale.

“Till’s car was much smaller,” he says with a wink. “You could get at least 20 people in this one.”

He raps the shell of the car affectionately, and it seems that everything that’s heroic, shocking, impressive and just blatantly ridiculous about this band suddenly falls into place.

“Easily.”

#Rammstein #Till Lindemann #Paul Landers #Flake #Flake Lorenz #Oliver Riedel #Christoph Schneider #Richard Kruspe #interview #2002 #my scans #*

[prototypelq]

DMC DISHONORED AU

I`ve mentioned a couple of times that during answering Ember’s @dmc-questions-anon crossover ask, I mixed, purely on a whim, DMC Sparda loser twins into a Dishonored-setting-AU and truth be told, the idea has not left me ever since. A week later, I've decided to compile everything I had for this AU into one post, so here it goes.

UPDATE a month later: I went over this post again to bring up to speed some things we've thought out with @stashoflostsouls! Her help with this AU has been immense and the brainworms might have stopped a long time ago if not for her, so this whole thing is her fault now xDDD (no regrets)

This is not a complete rewrite of the original post, but the DMC3/Dishonored 1 plotline has been edited heavily and new stuff brought to light. Adaptations of other DMC and Dishonored games will be coming later too.

Big thank you to everyone who is following this monstrocity as it builds itself along!

Personal notes: I've played Dishonored games, finished only the second though, as they had not grabbed me as they do other people. Still, I am enamoured with it's setting and aesthetic. The whole AU was smashed together in my head because, in my opinion, Dishonored does not do enough work with it's characters, and DMC does not do enough to flesh out it's worldbuilding, so I mashed them together to get the best of both worlds - a super unqiue and cool thought out setting and incredibly compelling and deep characters.

Disclaimer: I am very much a DMC enjoyer, however I am not that deep into Dishonored. I've refreshed my memory with some lore videos, on the topic, but please feel free to correct/advise/give commentary on adaptation of Dishonored stuff. DMC fans too! This is very much thoughts-in-process kind of AU

With all that out of the way - as a short summary Dishonored setting is a kind of mash of royalty+hitman+humans with powers AUs together. Dishonored is a tesla-punk-ified victorian britain setting (so we got strict class division with start differences in between, helthcare is nonexsitent, and the Empire is built upon the four kingdoms, each one on their own Isle) that is built upon the whale oil and whale hunting (that is used as fuel for electricity). Setting is also magical in nature through through the Void (kind of a mix of purgatory/death/dream/eldrich horror dimension, which has an avatar/god in the form of the Outsider, his worship is considered herecy by the local 'inquisition' but it can't fuly stop the weird, horrifying or perverse rituals that are held in his name). This world is quite dark, death is abundant, and violence is quite common. Nobles play their policial games and order asassinations to eliminate their rivals, common men are exploited at industrial factories, whale hunting is the main source of income and progress, scientists and philosophers play with their deadly inventions and even human lives for the sake of their research. (for vibe purposes check out the Drunken Whaler song and Dishonored 2 trailer they sum up the aesthetic exceptionally well)

Alright, so, how can we (hopefully) meaningfully insert the DMC cast into Dishonored, and how I, with major help from Raven, see the story of the twins going on from there:

Background and general setup:

In this AU Eva Redgrave is the Empress of the Empire of the Isles, Sparda Santiago is a talented swordsman, who rose from the poor districts, climbed ranks and became the Royal Protector of the Empress (=bodyguard). Romance bloomed from there, and they had twin sons and heirs for the throne, their relationship not announced to the public, but also not a secret to anyone in court.

Twins were royal children and had a lot of freedom in their childhood. Still, they had their tutoring done by an established professor of the Academy of the Natural Phylosophy - sir Arkham. Needless to say, both boys hated their lessons, and they picked up that their father was hanging around more losely when those were held. They did enjoy fencing a lot, sparring with their dad and each other especially, and were quite good at it. (not sure where to put in so I'll insert that here) Sparda favoured using bird mail, and had a favourite crow, twins tried playing with it sometimes too.

Canon DMC Eva was able to raise her demonic sons, so I imagine she had a steel spine. In this AU I think this would mean her politics as Empress were more strict than the Empress Jessamine of thre Dishonored setting - the Spymaster was not allowed to work under the radar (as he is allowed to in canon Dishonored which causes a myriad of problems later), and she would try to manage the long list of social issues and class difference, but of course, won't be able to solve them all. Her politics were based on maintaining good trading relations with other nations and trying to improve the life of lower classes, which did earn her some opposition from nobles and 'traditinal' oriented individuals, but did not stop her. Sadly, just one Empress is one reign was able to improve the lives of common people a little, but the things mostly stayed as they were.

Since her reign and politics were not a popular choice, plus she had twins as heirs (so the chance of her sucessor continuing this course was high), an asassination was arranged.

During the outbreak of a rat plague (which happened naturally in this case), the quarantine helped prevent it's spreading, but there was no known cure. Eva tried asking the other countries for help, but received no concrete answers, and she was getting desparate. As a last resort, she decided to sent out Sparda himself on a diplomatic mission, and to conduct this search himself, he was very reluctant to part but the situation was dire.

Arkham, as he was common presense in royal court, learned of this mission, and with the help of opposing parties and the Spymaster, planned a coup to asssinate and overthrow Eva during Sparda's absence. Members of this coup were not exactly concerned about the plague, as the affected districts of the city had been quarantined in time, and posed no threat to them, plus the main casualty here are the poor. However, the plan did not exactly work out as it should - Sparda finished his mission earlier than planned, as there was no cure for the rat plague. With these grave news, he sent out his mail crow to message to Eva about this, and the fact that he was coming back earlier. Arkham was able to capture a crow with this message, caged it, and began planning for Sparda's return - with his knowledge or the arcane and acute inventor's mind he conducted a magic trap, a curse, to stop Sparda in time. Literally in this case. And so, with Sparda's early return, he was warmly met by Arkham, then subsequently betrayed and frozen in time. Frozen Sparda was held somewhere in the dungeons of the Arkham estate. The asassination took place as planned.

Eva is killed during a nighttime stroll, but the twins are a harder target inside the palace walls. Things get bloody and palace guard is alerted. However, the twins chose that night to sneak out to play in the garden, and they stumble into seeing the last of their mother. Some of the assasins stay behind to keep an eye on their escape route, they see the twins and give chase. The twins are of course, shocked and traumatised, but they did their best to give the pursuers a hard time, as both are skilled fencers. Working together, they disarmed one of them, and Vergil was even able to deal some blows, but ultimately they are just children and had to run. Twins escape to the lighthouse, which had docks with some boats that Sparda used to them swimming around. Near the cliffside, one of the asassins has had enough and, seeing as the waves will drown out any sound, shoots. Dante falls into the ocean and is held under by the waves.

Vergil has no choice but to continue running, and near the lighthouse, he gets miracuously saved by Arkham.

yes this is technically a roleswap as Vergil is saved,and Dante is forced into contact with supernatural, but if saving was done by Arkham does it really count?

Dante gets chosen by the Outsider and lives through being bestowed the Mark upon. As this was done at a young age, there will be some repercussions.

The fallout of the asassination is hard on everyone. Publically, Eva and the royal family are stated to have been deceased by the plague that they tried to prevent, and in the place of an Empress, a ruling counsil of wealthy noble houses is instated.

The curse Arkham conducted was powerful, but short-lived, so a couple of years after the tragedy he finds himself free, escapes, and finds himself displaced in time. His family dead or missing, with no trails to follow to find any of them. The tragedy weights down heavy on him, he leaves the kingdom of Gristol to try to pick up the lost pieces of himself, with no luck.

Dante is picked up drifting in the sea by a ship. With no resources, stranded and alone, he has nothing to back up his claims of being a royal heir, and no help in sight. When the news of the royal tragedy reach him, there is no point in even trying anymore, and he is forced into the life of a street urchin. He hides the Mark he received, and slowly gets used to it's powers... and the consequences of having them. With his wits, and the advantage of the Mark, he makes the best of this situation - avoids the gangs to the best of his ability, travels by stowawaying in some caargo crates on different ships, then manipulating the crewmen to teach him sailing. He makes contacts, deals, gambles and grows street-smart and cunning. Dante is known at Enzo's bar, is a common sailor in Morrison's trader ship crew, and even dealt with some contrabandists/pirates like Lucia. When not sea-faring, he spends his time in fighting rings, or investigates anything Void-related in exchange for favours. This payment system makes his services available to locals, but he does those secretly, protected by an alternate look and a mask.

Note: this background negates some of the issues the canon twins have, most notable - their demonic-human nature conflict, and in both cases the twins grow up almost properly socialised, who would have thought. Basically what I am getting at is that there is more free space and opportunity for twins to get to know someone. However, neither me, nor Raven are really interested in going down those alleys, so there won't be shipping notes here. I just wanted to point out that in this seting, relationships are not half as complicated as they are in the canon DMC. I would not be opposed to hearing some Lady/Vergil or Dante/Lucia headcanons tho

Vergil is raised in secret by Arkham in his estate, which goes as well as you might have expected. Vergil takes very badly to everything that has happened, he growns up only slightly paranoid as the result of recurring nightmares, half of the time - not his own. Arkham trying to force himself into a father figure for Vergi was not helping matters in any way, and only made Vergil fight back against any sort of control more. Vergil spends a lot of time training his physical and fencing skills (to never be taken by surprise again), studies a lot of different science fields, as any competent heir should (heir to the throne of the Empire, an heir to Eva Redgrave, not in any way shape or form did he want to be controlled by Arkham. the only reason he even tolerated Arkham and his behavior is because Vergil had nowhere to go to, and if he wanted to reinstate himself and his family name later in life he needed the jumpstart Arkham's resourches, libraries and teachings provided). He starts attending high class events like balls and such, as a special guest of some imaginary rising noble house under the name of Paul Southworth.

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As a treat, have a DMC3/Dishonored1 plot adaptation:

Twins are in their twenties.

Arkham, in all thess years has been unsuccesfull in all his attempts to 'mold' Vergil into a manipulable figure, and he tries to go for another approach - starts forcing Vergil and Mary (lot Lady yet(?)) interactions. Both are of course, aware of what Arkham wants from them and appropriatly hate each other on these forced meetings.

Somewhere, around this time, during one of the masked balls, a woman takes great interest in him, and he feels frustrated with his life and rebeliious enough to indulge her.

Probably after a screaming match or two between Lady and Vergil, they actually find a connection in this mutual hatred for the situation Arkham is forcing them into and bond instead. Lady ends up taking some fencing lessons from Vergil from the whole ordeal, which they conduct in secret, of course. They grow closer and are on their way to becoming friends, which Arkham actually sees as his plan working.

Everything changes after the mysterious death of Kalina Ann.

Mary is taking her death extremely badly, she is practically inconsolable, and wouldn't leave her room. Arkham, the wonderful parenting figure he is, and who needs his daughter for future plans, makes the best decision possible - buys her a doberman. For some reason, Mary is not thrilled at this idea at all, she hates then dog and he is not well-behaved at all, which means there's now an uncontrollable and uncared for doberman going loose in the estate. Vergil and the dog met a couple of times, but the dog left him alone because he recognised this man's authority, and Vergil himself was uninterested in bonding with it. His opinion shifter when he saw the dog harassing some estate staff, and poor person retaliating back, which almost ended badly for everyone if Vergl hadn't intervened. He berated the person for being unable to take control of the situation, and the doberman got his own share of it too. The incident did prove to the dog that Vergil was the leader here, so he accepted his 'second in command' position and started diliggently following Vergil everywhere. Doberman is not clingy or overly affectionate, so Vergil was okay with his, and also he welcomed the company a little, because the death of Kalina affected him a lot too. She was the only person in the whole estate he felt comfortable around, and while they did not spend much time together, it reminded him too much of his childhood trauma. But this time Vergil was older, more competent and decided to take control of the situation himself - so he starts researching everything he can get his hands on about the Royal Tragedy, and secretly goes vigilanty-ing at night, masked, to gather the information in other private soures or anywhere he can, really.

The trauma and the doberman dillema between them, Vergil and Mary grow distant in their hurting at this time. Mary, when she is feeling more like herself again, decides to look into the death of her mother, which was too sudden to be anything natural, and was covered up quickly by Arkham and the public. She can't say for sure, but has a hunch this is related to Arkham's private Void studies (which are publically banned), and thinks there is something very fishy going on. She finds a contact and meets a person, who is claimed to be known to help in these situations. During a metting, the person is wearing a mask, so she doesn't recogise his face. He starts looking for information on Arkham, and finds some very very messed up things on him.

On night of another big noble ball, he decides to go to the source - Arkham estate and take a look through there.

That same night Vergil decided to use this opportunity to venture out himself, he got ready and was almost out, before he notices Ceberus, the name he gave the doberman, spotting some shadowy figure on the nearby rooftops heading in the direction of the Arkham's estate. He intercepts the breaker-in and they start fighting. The fencing match is at a stalemate, neither opponent able to break another's guard, untill the intruder freezes for a moment, which was all the opening Vergil needed. He goes in for a stab, only for the intruder to teleport away and make a run for it. Vergil can't let a Marked asassin get away, not after his childhood tragedy, he commands Cerberus to alert the guard and chases after the intruder. On the rooftop they catch up to one another, and lo and behold, the breaker in was Vergil's long lost brother.

It was @stashoflostsouls' wonderful headcanon that when the twins touch for the first time, it is then that Vergil himself is visited by the Outsider and Marked.

Just as in DMC canon, the twins' goals are actually the same here - both Vergil and Dante are looking for the conspirators of their mother's asassination and for anynews on their father. Unlike in DMC canon, there are less pressuring circumstance here, twins have more breathing room to actually talk to each other, and this is why here they band Together to reach their goals.

From this point on the story goes pretty much same as Dishonored 1 story - the twins investigate different noblemen that were plotting against Eva Redgrave, and it is revealed that Arkham was in the middle of it all, which was also the reason why Vergil's search has been so unsuccesfull - the evidence has been right under his nose the entire time. This is also happening during another outbreak of the rat plague, which this time, as Dante learns, originated inside the country, and is definitely not a natural occurence is it claimed to be.

This second rat plague outbreak is the Spymaster's that worked under late Empress' rule idea of 'ending poverty' (so some Dishonored 1 canon events are mixed here as well). Twins will find this out and deal with him, and the other 'royalists' during their investigation, which ends with Arkham. In his dungeons they also find the crow Sparda favoured, the message of his early return in the midst of other papers. Arkham ignored the bird after the initial capture, but staff of the estate kept it fed in the cage, he is quite old already but the twins are happy to see him nonetheless.

This plotline ends with Vergil publically reinstating himself as Redgrave, Dante keeping himself away from nobles, perhaps with a sailing trip or two, and very supportive of his brother's cause. Vergil won't be pushing for the throne just yet, in the moment he will be satisfied with getting the Redgrave estate back, but the throne is his end goal in the future.

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Void abilities!

Vergil: professional swordsman. Has a cane-sword with him on all times. Cane-handle can be replaced without screwing the balance of the blade, so he goes with his favourite sword on missions when he expects trouble and keeps his wristbow (=compact crossbow). Vergil grew up in company of sharkes, disguised as nobles, so he prefers the ghost stealth approach so the target is not even alerted to anything happening, but for the same reason he will not hesistate to draw blood (that's not to say he likes killing, just that it is acceptable under pressing circumstances or to clear an objective)

Void Abilities: Displace (teleport, but requires a mark to be placed beforehand to teleport to, is a great tool for planning your approach beforehand or preparing an escape), Foresight/Shadowwalk (allows the bearer to explore ahead in a form of a summon that can scout ahead and take form of black bird, cat, or amorphous shadow creature, user is stationary during this ability and summons can only knock down enemies, but not kill them), Doppleganger (not new to DMC fans, works the same here - a controlled clone summon) and Bend time (allows user to stop time=gain amazing speed for a couple of seconds, user is able to freely move and act during this ability)

Dante: professional brawler. built like a brickhouse/sailor and not for show either. Keeps his wrists bandaged and always ready for trouble. Uses assasin's blade - shortsword with broad blade, stylised after fish scales, but has a modified crooked-up guard for catching blades and for easier disarming moves. Uses pistol for ranged combat. Prefers a stealthier approach, will absolutely brawl if a chance is presented and knock some heads down. Won't kill unless absolutely no other option is presented.

Void abilities: innate Rat hearing and rune/bonecharm sense (= Dark vision), Blink with the time-stop-before-use upgrade (a little more useful than other teleports for combat as you get time pause to think the encounter through, can't act or move during use, just stops time to looks around/think through before teleporting), Wind blast (a wind blow strong enough to literally plaster enemies if thrown into a wall... strenght of the ability is controlled), Pull (pickpocketing and eldreich-horror levitating bodies to the user), Semblance (lets the user make a void copy of a person's face and wear it around, does not alter voice or manners just casts an illusion over the wearer), and Doppleganger.

Twins's mutual connection to the Void, and with their souls attuned to each other, gives them some unique abilities too. They can establish a connection with each other through the Void dimension if in close proximity, share visions (for ex. Vergil scouts ahead with his powers and Dante will be able to see it too), and even share their abilities if in direct contact. Their souls connecting was always thing, it is why Vergil had so much nightmares in his childhood - he had been forced to see Dante's too.

Now, for Dante's early life Void contact consequences - he is sensitive to the Void. He has a sense for finding and locating any Void artefacts and he can hear and understand rat thoughts. Thankfully, the latter ability he somewhat learned to controll later in life, because let me tell you, Dishonored rat speech is Messed Up. (Gnaw, gnaw. Set teeth to hard wood, soft plaster, stone. Past it, a path. Rooms of delicious sea-scent, fish flesh. A feast for us! Soon, soon. First, we gnaw.) It did help Dante survive on the streets a lot, and he took advantage of many opportunities thanks to this. Rat speech is also how he learns the new rat plague outbreak is not natural. Whales and whale bone affect him too. In Dishonored, whales seem to be very intricately connected to the Void, once stated to even exist in both dimensions simultaniously, so to a Void-sensitive person this is going to be a lot to handle. This is one of the reasons Dante stays clear of whaler ships - he will hear loud and panicked whale screeches and whails and he won't be able to deal with that, this is an ability he cannot damper. He will grow used to it, but going near whale meat can factory or sailing during a whale migration season, when they are hunted in great numbers, is a very very big no no for him. I am absolutely not going to force him to go through something traumatising like this ever, surely not through a canon whale meat factory level from one of the DLCs, no huh, especially not with Vergil for company to literally carry him through this

Thank you for your time and I hope you like what I and Raven have been cooking up here! Next update we will have: Trish showing up to overthrow government, Dante going solo and bonding with Cerberus, Patty and her pet rat, Vergil deciding to kill God, and Kyrie being a witch.

#THE UPDATE IS DONE #now only to write another update an undetermined amount of time later.... #ry to count how many self-indulgent headcanons I stuffed into this one AU. I realized the power I have and decided to give out as many pets #NOBODY COULD HAVE STOPPED ME AHAHAHAHAHA #please listen to Honor for All #Gold Dust woman #and Drunken whaler #they are awesome and very atmospheric songs #dmc dishonored au #dmc au #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc eva #dmc sparda #dmc lady

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Disco Elysium, pt. 1

6. "Oh, god, no..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry."

INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - Forty-one, Precinct 41. A massive pit opens up in your stomach and the most terrible feeling comes over you.

ENDURANCE [Medium: Failure] - You feel like you're about to faint and fall off the swing. Your hands get clammy and the air tastes sour to breathe.

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - No! Just nope. Say no to this, Harry.

"No, no..."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!" (Proceed.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, your car is in the sea. Face it so we can start dealing with this."

"No, I mean seriously, it's just a coincidence…"

"No, it's the street racer."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!" (Proceed.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "There were never any street racers. It was always you. You drove your car in the sea."

"But Jacob Irw..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant just shakes his head.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!" (Proceed.)

-1 Morale

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm afraid so, yes. It looks like you started in front of the Whirling, jumped over the canal and then drove your vehicle in the sea right here."

"Maybe I was in pursuit of someone."

"How do we get it out?"

"I can still fix it."

"I want it to be Jacob Irw, not me."

"They're not gonna take me back after this, are they?"

"The badge, the gun -- and now THIS."

"Things were going so well, we were just whistling merrily..."

"Well, at least I can see what's in there now." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Of whom?" The lieutenant looks sceptical. "I don't think so. If anything... you were probably drunk."

🎵Disco Elysium, pt. 2

2. "How do we get it out?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Detective," he says almost gently. "We *don't*. A rescue operation really isn't viable at this point."

2. "So it's just gonna *be* there like that?!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm afraid it will have to *be* there like that for many years." He looks around. "Look at it -- parts of it might be salvageable, but overall this machine is a write-off."

2. "I can still fix it."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That is very unlikely," the lieutenant replies with a sigh. "All the electrics are toast. That goes for the electromagnetic steering and brake systems as well."

"You'd be *lucky* to find one undamaged component in there…" He shakes his head. "In a few months there will be nothing *but* rust left of this vehicle. It'll be cheaper to buy a new one…"

"Well, not *cheaper*. This motor carriage costs 40,000 reál... but in the long run it stills makes more sense to buy a new machine than try to refurbish this."

"I don't have that kind of money."

"People are gonna be angry at me, aren't they? In Precinct 41."

"THIS IS A DISASTER."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let's face it, this is a substantial loss to your district's budget." He's avoiding your gaze now. "I mean, my station only has four other vehicles in addition to my Kineema..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This was 20% of the station's vehicular budget?

3. "I want it to be Jacob Irw, not me."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Well, it isn't. It's you. I'm very sorry."

4. "They're not gonna take me back after this, are they?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "People are more valuable than machines." He's trying to cheer you up now. "Training a police officer is even more costly."

5. "The badge, the gun -- and now THIS."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant adjusts his glasses and doesn't say anything.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - There is also a *fourth* thing you've lost.

A... fourth thing?

I don't wanna hear about that.

INLAND EMPIRE - More precious than the gun, the badge and the motor carriage *combined*. Lost forever. Into the deepest of seas.

6. "Things were going so well, we were just whistling merrily..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You can still whistle," the lieutenant says with a smile. "Besides, the night is always darkest before the dawn."

7. "Well, at least I can see what's in there now." (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. Let's go take a look."

Task complete: Find the traffic hooligan

+10 XP

There are two things in the motor carriage.

RCM COMMANDER'S JACKET

+1 Esprit de Corps: United in black +1 Visual Calculus: Sharp eye

A black uniform jacket with RCM's signature white rectangle on its right sleeve and backside. Letters inside the collar read: LTN-2JFR. The jacket is of exceptional quality, other than some minor wear-and-tear.

RCM BADGE "LTN-2JFR DU BOIS"

Thick blue piece of acryllic, covering a thin leaf of paper with the officer's name and rank on it. Next to the writing you see a man stare back at you -- a younger version of *you*, already disintegrating inside, but still presentable on the outside.

>INTERACT

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - A police badge on which you see the photo of a man -- you. Some seaweed is stuck to the back.

"I found my badge!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "At least *something* good came out of all this." The lieutenant glances at the badge in your hands.

Task complete: Track down your badge

+10 XP

Study the badge.

[Leave.]

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Encased between two durable plastic sheets is a bluish card with lines of information -- and a watermark in the shape of the street grid of Revachol West.

You see: a photo, a name, a rank, a document number, the date of issue, and -- in the lower right corner -- your precinct.

Look at the photo.

"Name: Harrier du Bois..."

"Rank: LTN-2JFR?"

"Serial: REV12-62-05-JAM41..."

"Date of issue: 7th of November, '50..."

"Precinct: 41?"

Put the badge away. [Leave.]

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - The man keeps winking at you with his green-grey eyes. The photo is old, no doubt about that.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - But the badge is new. You used an old photo for a new badge.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Good choice. A newer photo would look... different.

How old?

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Eight, maybe ten years. The guy in the picture is rather good looking. He's got a nice haircut and is distinctly lacking in massive sideburns.

And he's winking? Why?

BADGE: LTN-2JFR DU BOIS - Why do you think? His face is already contorted by the Expression. Although it looks less grotesque on him than it does on you now.

The badge in your hands shines as you rotate it, catching light. You see lines of information on it. And a shining watermark.

2. "Name: Harrier Du Bois..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "'Harrier,' that's long for 'Harry'. So you *are* Harry..." He thinks. "Evrart was half right. Probably not a lot of people know your full name. Whoever told him you're Harry Du Bois didn't."

+5 XP

"Strange. It doesn't say Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau."

"Wait, what kind of name is 'Harrier'?"

"But… I don't *want* to be Harrier Du Bois." (Don't accept it.)

"Harrier Du Bois it is, then." (Accept it.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Not strange at all -- your name is Harrier Du Bois. Like it says on your police badge."

"Wait, what kind of name is 'Harrier'?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a wartime name. Revolutionary. The kind mothers give their sons during troubled times. Like 'Undying' or 'Boxer' or 'Ironhide'."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - A name like armour.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi

[stephensmithuk]

Wisteria Lodge

Our third story from His Last Bow - we've already done "The Dying Detective" and "The Cardboard Box".

This was published in two parts in The Strand.

Take a note of the Watsonian date here because this will be important later.

A reply-paid telegram was one where the sender also paid for the cost of any reply, up to a certain word limit (48 words for inland telegrams in the 1896 Post Office Guide).

You could send a telegram at most bigger post offices, or you could complete a pre-paid form and put it in a post box.

"Toilet" had a definition of the style of one's appearance.

Eccles is from Lee, which we've visited already in "The Man with The Twisted Lip" and which I discuss in my post for that.

Esher is today a town of around 7,000 people but part of a larger built-up area, thirteen miles from Charing Cross. While sitting outside the Greater London boundary in Surrey, the urban sprawl of London does not match the administrative boundaries and Esher is on the outer edge of this. You can in fact hit some serious countryside while staying within the city limits.

It also sat outside the Metropolitan Police District.

The town was historically a stagecoach stop on the London to Portsmouth road, which later become the A3 before that was diverted via a bypass around the town. It is home to the Sandown Park racecourse and George Harrison lived there for a while.

The railway station, then called Esher and Claremont (the latter being a Lancelot "Capability" Brown-designed mansion, then owned by a widowed daughter-in-law of Queen Victoria, her youngest son Prince Leopold having died due to haemophilia after a fall in 1884) is on the mainline from Waterloo to Weymouth - Aldershot being a bit further along on a branch line. It takes around half an hour to get there by modern electric train; only suburban services stop there, with express trains going straight through the disused centre platforms.

Spain, as a major power (even if most of its empire had already gone) and a monarchy, warranted an Embassy. San Pedro only would have had a legation.

There's quite a bit of racism in this one!

Some pictures of dog-grates can be found here.

Doors on many trains could be opened from the inside at the time, including on the move with the associated risks involved.

War crimes trials were not really a thing at this time.

Yet another case of the villains dying off-page!

The broad plot of this would not be out of place in a modern crime drama.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #history #wisteria lodge #wist #factoids

[loominggaia]

S¿Cuáles son los peores lugares para vivir en este mundo? Y que personajes nacieron, o vivieron ahi

(Translated via Google Translate)

SWhat are the worst places to live in this world? And what characters were born or lived there?

I know I talked about this before, but I can't find the post, so I'll just do a quick rundown:

Taybiya: Itchy, Zeffer, and Lilan were all born here. It's a large independent settlement south of the Evangelite border. It was founded by criminals and slaves fleeing surrounding kingdoms. It's a lawless place plagued by crime, slave trafficking, and drugs. It is also infested by vampires.

Shadow Sector and Gutter Sector, Damijana: Jeimos wasn't born in these sectors, but did spend some time there. These are the lowest sectors in the Empire of Damijana. No sunlight can penetrate down here, so these streets are always dark and thick with toxic fumes that don't filter out properly. The Gutter Sector is the worse of the two; in fact it's so bad that the Damijani government won't even admit that is exists. Both sectors have major crime and sanitation issues.

Kirkmar: Glenvar was born here. It's an independent stone-age settlement in Halostira. Only humans live here, and they are quite unfriendly to outsiders, even towards humans of other races. Life is very hard in Kirkmar because temperatures rarely rise above freezing. It's constantly at war with surrounding settlements.

Laraine: Alaine was born here. Laraine is an independent settlement south of Zareen Empire, in the Kingsfall Swamp. The people here are poor, the weather is miserable, and disease is rampant. Undines attack the settlement regularly. The flora and fauna are both hostile in this region, and the swamp water is full of sewage, trash, and even corpses that flow down from Zareen Empire.

Chidibe: Javaan was born here. It's known as the poorest settlement in all the Great Kingdoms, located in Yerim-Mor. This place looks like it was bombed to the ground...because it was, several times. It's plagued by war, plague, famine, horrible poverty, and worst of all, the Cult of the Crescent has a big presence here. It's hard to escape this place because it's surrounded by miles of treacherous desert on all sides. The famine is so bad here that Chidibeans have a reputation for cannibalizing eachother.

Slegelse: Ojio lived here for many years. It's a Damijani prison camp located on a small island. Everyone living here is a prisoner or slave of the Damijani Empire, and they are being forced to mine crystals and hunt pyriads on an active, magma-spewing volcano. The work is so dangerous that most prisoners here are killed before their sentence is over.

Irontree District, Viersen: Jeimos lived here for many years. It's a district in the Zareenite city of Viersen mainly populated by Damijani immigrants. These immigrants are often undocumented, broke, alone, and face heavy discrimination from the Zareenites, making it almost impossible for them to advance to higher places in society. They get stuck here, in this dirty, crime-riddled slum with few services.

Kelvingyard Town: An Evangelite settlement, home of the notorious Kelvingyard slaving company. Everything about this place is depressing. Most of its income is generated from the massive slave yard, and this slave yard is also its only source of electricity. Slaves are forced to turn a heavy wheel which generates power. Most men in the town work for the Kelvingyard Company, and as we know, Kelvingyard does not employ the best and brightest...what I'm saying is: this town is populated by very stupid and sociopathic individuals. The infrastructure is pretty good by Evangelite standards, but if you have more than 2 braincells, living here will frustrate you.

Glasstide: Sofia was born and raised here. An Evangelite settlement located on the northwest tip of Noalen. A huge chunk of its population is made up of lycanthropes, which isn't all that surprising, because you almost have to be superhuman to survive in a place like this. It's incredibly cold and windy all the time. Frequent ice storms. There are no good jobs, only low-paying grunt work. Few civil services are available and it's very far from other civilization. Evangeline Kingdom neglects this place pretty bad, so not many hospitals, schools, police, or disaster relief.

Duali: Feredil and Balthazaar lived here for some time. It's a Morite settlement located very far out in the Serkel Desert, and because of this, it's neglected by the kingdom. The Cult of the Crescent has a big presence here, so people are always getting kidnapped, sacrificed, and terrorized. The economy is not doing well, so most people are poor. It's also one of the hottest places on Gaia.

Wattana: An island off the coast of Serkel. This was once a beautiful paradise until Matuzu Kingdom raided it for resources. Matuzu has since left, but the natives are still reeling from the damage, leading to lots of poverty and dysfunction. More recently, they've been getting harassed by the Aquarian Alliance. This place just can't catch a break.

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#ask #askgeography #askliterature #askculture #asklocation

[princesspuresarahk]

   Invader Zim Fanfic au

The Nightmare Begins part 1

Warning before read for some language and dark sexual mature things in a scene(mustbe18+)

In the deepest districts of space was tranquil and faint as endless stars and planets shined in the distance or as it seemed to be until the electric beeping sounds of ship could be heard but not just any kind of ship but was a Irken ship as a screen inside appeared with the initials I.D as the Irken within the ship pressed their hand confirming their identification as the screen turned purple over the control panel, displaying a rotating hologram of a Shuvver. This was a message as the unknown Irken pressed a blue button to answer, then tapped on the shuvver to open it, ceasing its rotating, zooming in on it as a Irken text appeared, again pressing part of the shuvver and control panel changes, as the Irken examines more texts and information is released turning red the Irken scrolls through the text but stops to read a notice? They click on it After reading through it, the reflection of their ruby rose eyes widen in excitement and determination.

Meanwhile, in another part of space, many Irken ships were seen passing through in fact, all were heading towards a purple planet with a metal ring around it, it was Conventia as all ships began to approach it the announcer materialized to greet the guests as monitors floated in space broadcast “Welcome, brave Irken soldiers. Welcome to Conventia, the Convention hall planet. Please proceed to the docking ring and take the complimentary teleporters to the planet’s surface!” as shuvvers approach the docking ring as mechanical tubes stretch out attaching to it pink energy through sending into the docking ring, where it’s projected onto Conventia via satellite and sending the guests down. On the planet, monitors hover above the city, some displaying the announcer and other advertisements one being a green monkey-like creature, as spittle runners fly over the city the announcer calls out again “Be sure to visit the gift shop for all kinds of cheap useless stuff!” a beam of the same pink energy hits a receptor, causing an Irken to materialize in its beam. The announcer continues “If you’re here for the great assigning, remember where you parked and proceed to the main convention hall.” Many Irkens walk towards the convention hall, while Irken security monitors the crowds on hovering pods. The Irkens enter the convention hall, as a little robot waved to them in greeting “Galactic conquest is here!”Raising its stubby little arms in a repeat loop. While inside the main convention hall, Irkens walks in as huge crowds fill the hall. On the stage at the front of the convention hall, a disk-shaped metal pod was set up as electric current charge between the ceiling and the pod as irken invaders stood on a platform curved around the back of the metal pod. The hoverscreens display as the convention announcer hovers over the sides of the pod making a declaration “Now, wiggle your antennae in salute because here they are! You’re all-knowing, all-powerful, The Almighty Tallest!

A beam of light shines down from the ceiling and onto the pod. Hatches on the pod unlock and it opens up, emitting smoke. The Irkens proceed to wiggle their antennae in salute. As the top half of the pod begins to rise to the ceiling. Small floating spheres emerge from the bottom half of the pod and rise above the audience. The metal spheres emit lasers in all directions. Two posts lower from the ceiling pod, which creates a holograph between them. A hover disk detaches from the bottom of the ceiling pod. It lowers downwards, with Almighty Tallest Red and Purple the tallest Irkens of the empire (both at 6’0ft) standing on it. Waving to the crowds the disk emits lasers from the rim. The audience cheers. “Thank you! Thank you!”Purple declared as Red turned to him with a grin “See, told you they'd love the lasers.” while Purple gave an annoyed look not convinced “Everything is lasers with you! I'm telling you, smoke machines are what the people really…ah!”Before he could finish A laser beam hits him in the eye as he quickly covers it with a painful hiss, screaming in pain and falling over on his butt. As the audience cheers on, Red continues to smirk “See?” he declares as the disk-shaped platform lands on the lower half of the pod. As Red talks, Purple gets back up rubbing his eye and sending a glare as Red announces his speech. “Welcome mighty Irken soldiers! You are the finest examples of military training the Irken army has to offer! Good for you. Standing behind us, however, are the soldiers we've chosen for roles in one of the most crucial parts of operation "Impending Doom 2". He yells, with the hologram behind them going from a blank screen to that of a galactic map. Red calls out “You in the audience just get to sit and watch.”

Purple mentions “You should have tried harder!” when sighing up for this plan as tried to explain Red “These superior ones-“ Purple (cuts him in): -Not quite as superior as us of course!” Red scoffed before continuing “Pffff… Duh! These less superior than us but still quite superior soldiers will each be assigned to an enemy planet!” with both further explaining “There, you will blend in with the hideous native inhabitants…” Red…All while gathering crucial information, assessing the planet's weaknesses, making it vul-ner-able to our big… spaceship… gang!” Purple yelling “The armada? Now, let the assigning begin!”

The crowd is silent. With only one Irken in the back of the audience letting a “Whooooo!” as the assigning begins

“Step forward, Invader Larb.” Red ordered! Invader Larb (standing 5’10ft) hops onto the pod. A little ramp extends from the Tallest's disk to the pod. Larb runs up the ramp. The Tallest look him over “Ah! You seem to have grown since last you stood before us, soldier!” Larb stood proud “You've been assigned to the planet Blorch, (The holograph behind them shows a picture of Invader Larb being attacked by giant rats.) home of the slaughtering rat people!” Invader Larb face was saddened hurt by the awful image “Why would you draw that?!” his eyes watered. But Red continued “However, because of your increased height, we have decided to give you the planet Vort, (The picture changes to one of Invader Larb relaxing on a large couch.) home of the universe's most comfortable couch. Relief fell quickly over the young invader’s face letting a happy “Yeeeeeees!” takes his assignment sheet from Purple and then slide away joyfully. “Next, Invader Spleen!” said Invader Spleen walks up. Both Red and Purple let out Oooh! impressed by the big, long body (at 5’11ft) of Invader Spleen, who eyes them quizzically.

Meanwhile, A Voot Cruiser flies towards the docking ring in a rush as the driver yells from inside “Move it, move it! Invader coming! Move it! Argh, move it! Get out of the way!” trying to find a place to park until they sandwiched their Voot Cruiser in between two docked Viral Tanks.

Back to the Great Assigning. The Tallest were finishing up “And last… INVADER SKOODGE!” A short(5’2ft), fat Invader with a stained shirt walks up. They were immediately not impressed Red looked at him pitifully “Oh, now that's just sad.” Purple (Loudly agreed) “COULD YOU GET ANY SHORTER?!” as Invader Skoodge looks at the Almighty Tallest sadly hurt by their disappointment “You will be assigned to Blorch, home of the slaughtering rat people. Thank you.” A picture of Invader Skoodge being attacked by the rat people appears on the holo screen. Painful tears swell up in Skoodge's eyes at his fate. The mysterious Irken pushes his way to the front of the main convention hall through the crowds of Irkens.“Get out of the way! Move Please, move sorry Please! Out of my way sorry! Move! You're in my way!” as Red declares “Thus concludes the great assigning!” the Irken pushes further “Move! You're in my way! Out of the way, please! Get out of the way! Move Please! Move Please! and so on…as Red finishes “Help yourselves to some nachos, and we'll see you at the equipping station.”

“Yes, gorge yourselves… you MOOCHES!”Purple added the mysterious Irken hearing this yells out “No, no, no! Wait!” waving an arm from the front of the crowd. Catching the Tallest's attention! Red gasped “That voice!”The Irken crawls onto the pod. “No!” he panicked as did Purple “It can't be!” the Ireken reared his head up as Red and Purple yelled “ZIM!”

Zim walks up to where the Tallest are. Invader Skoodge slowly backs away from Zim. catching his breath Zim explained to his leaders “Sorry I'm late, my Tallest. I couldn't find my invitation. You're lucky I made it at all.” Red frowned annoyed (oh hell)“You weren't invited at all.” as did Purple “Weren't you banished to Foodcourtia? Shouldn't you be… frying something?”

Zim grinned “Oh, I quit when I found out about this.” Purple raised a brow “You quit being banished?” can banish people do that? Red didn’t care “The Assigning is over, Zim!”He pointed out. Zim couldn’t accept it “But you can't have an invasion without me! I was in operation "Impending Doom 1". Don't you remember?” Purple frowned as well at the mention “Oh, yes… We remember….” he groaned sarcastically (Flashback to a decade ago on planet Irk.) Sirens are going off, and several explosions occur. As two Irkens fearfully run towards a parked Spittle Runner, but abruptly turn around and run away from the ship right before a large robotic foot of Frontline Battle Mech #4 crushes it. In the cockpit of the battle mech, a 16-year-old Zim pulls levers while laughing maniacally. One of his Irken Operators was very concerned “But sir, we're still on our own planet!” trying to get some common sense from the distracted teen, but Zim who was going overboard in command ignored his comrade “Silence! Twist those knobs! Twist those knobs! You! Pull some levers! Pull some levers!”

The Irken operators obey disdainfully. The Almighty Tallest watches speechlessly from a building as the battle mech hellish rampages through the wrecked city with Zim's laughter ringing in the air. Further damage occurs as the large cannon on the mech's back pivots around, firing indiscriminately with its sweeping laser. The flashback ends. Zim attempts to smile innocently. “I put the fires out.” Slightly embarrassed by the incident knowing how big of a mess he made that day led him to be banished to Foodcourtia where he had to work as a waitress and sometimes cook where he had to work his ass off to save up enough money to survive and mostly for a ship to get off the planet when he learned of Impending Doom 2 he knew he had to get back to makeup to his Mighty Tallests! Red didn’t buy it “You made them worse!” Yet Zim tried to be less awful “Worse… or better?" Purple tried to get the Irken off “Guh… Besides, no Invader has ever been so… very small. You're very small, Zim. You're a tiny… thing.” He commented bluntly.

Indeed out of most of the Irkens soldiers, Zim was the shortest of the bunch (only standing at 5’1ft) almost considered a runt. Zim was determined he was more than that “BUT… Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant RADIOACTIVE ROBO-PANTS! The pants command me!.. DO NOT IGNORE MY VEINS!!” Red groand again wanting this to be over so awkwardly tried a form of appreciation “As a show of… gratitude for your service in the past… eh… Here's a sandwich.”

Red pulls a baloney sandwich out of his belt he’d been saving for a snack handing it to Zim. Confusing the young Irken “But…” he tried to say but Purple cut in “Thanks for coming, everybody!” ready to end this as Zim tried their attention back “Hello!?”But Purple didn’t hear “Goodnight!” Zim yelled again “Hello! Hello! WAIT!!! Purple was frustrated “What? You got your sandwich!” by the stars it was like talking to a child wanting attention. Zim breathed deeply it was his last chance to convince them “My Tallest, an opportunity to prove I truly can be an Invader is all that I ask! Gimme! (Clutching his gravitated sandwich pleadingly looking with big ruby rose eyes, as if he is expecting them to give him something else.)

Suddenly Red had an idea he quietly whispered to Purple “Hold on, I've got a plan (nodding his way to Zim) as Purple obverses Red’s plan “We see now that you are truly deserving.” Zim felt satisfied with these words “Yes. Yes, I am.” Has he convinced his Tallests at last? As Red continued his lie “You will be sent to a planet so mysterious, no one has even heard of it!” Purple joined in “Right! And those who have heard of it… dare not speak its name!” curious Zim asked “What's its name?” Purple smiled enjoying this plan “Oh, I dare not speak it!” Zim unsure asked almost skeptically “Where is it?”

Red had to act fast “Um…” (He starts walking around, searching the holograph of the universe for a planet.) “Uh… Uh… Um… Right there!” pointing to a slip of paper taped to the holograph pole that shows the outline of a planet and a question mark in it with the word "planet?" written underneath it. Zim was immediately impressed “Ooh! Oooooooooh! A secret mission!” excited by this assignment looked at Red “Happy now?” hoping his trick worked as Zim gave a “Yes.” Relieved he declared the next orders “Invaders, Report to the equipment hall! Oh, and remember, Lasers!” a said laser again hits Purple in the eye. “Ahhhhhh!” and fall on his butt again rubbing his poor eye before angrily hissing at Red “The universe will be ours for the taking! It's only a matter of time before all the races of the Universe serve… the IRKEN EMPIRE!!!”

Purple still rubbing his poor eye decides to get some comfort food and mentiones “I'll have them serve me the curly fries.”

Unknown the call for "Curly fries" is echoed over and over as a close-up of the slip of paper with the unknown planet changes across the galaxy that looks exactly like the planet on the slip of paper. For across the galaxy at light speeds away the mysterious planet otherwise known as planet Earth is visible, a city is shown from there as a house and on the roof of that home a 10-year-old boy of Mexican descent is visible his name Dib Membrane with black, scythe-like hair, wearing a pair of round glasses and a trademark black trench coat along with a blue shirt with a ghost face on it, sitting on a rooftop receiving a transmission from Conventia. He's there with a laptop computer attached to a satellite and wearing headphones listening intensely. He quickly pulls off his headphones shock on his face as he spoke out “They're coming!” he had to tell someone! Jumping off the roof he slides down a pipe to tell his family what he heard.

Meanwhile, inside the kitchen of the house, a young girl with violet hair wearing a short black dress with striped gray sleeves, striped reddish leggings, black shoes, and a necklace in the shape of a skull. She was looking for a drink opening the refrigerator inside but she was not happy when she didn’t find a soda she wanted “Dib drank the last soda. He will pay!” she swore grudgingly unhappy that the sugary drink she was looking forward to was gone, her brother won’t get away with it! Outside, said Dib slides down the rest of the pipe and swings into an open window, falling into the sink filled with water. “They're coming!” he yelled jumping out of the sink Dib runs to his father, Professor Membrane. He was an extremely tall man (standing at tall 7’1ft) with broad shoulders and a heavyweight muscular body hidden underneath his lab coat with the bottom half of his face covered with a long collar, purple gloves, and big black boots. Like his son, has black, scythe-like hair, but wears goggles instead of glasses. He is a famous scientist and one of the most important people in the world even having a TV show called Probing the Membrane of Science, though as a Father he is rarely at home, due to his very busy/sometimes demanding schedule at his job with rare times at being home which was at this time right now as Dib ran up calling for his attention “Dad! They're coming! I heard them! I actually heard them! I was up on the roof, and I heard this transmission that was coming through!” But Professor Membrane was busy “Shtshtshtsht! Not now son! I'm making (sparks of electricity fly everywhere) TOAST!” as the Professor lifted up a piece of toast triumphantly. Dib runs to his sister, Gaz. who is holding a juicebox since she couldn't find a soda. “Gaz, they're coming! They really are!”She looks at him irritably “Who's coming, Dib?” the 8-year-old asks sarcastically as Dib wearily looks out the window towards the stars “I don't know…” unaware of the events to come.

At the equipping station, where the Invaders gather around the Almighty Tallest. Purple puts a compact robot on the ground, which unfolds into a two-foot-tall robot. “This is your Standard Issue Information Retrieval Unit, also known as a SIR. It will assist you in gathering valuable knowledge during your mission.” Red adding “It's also a thermos!” as Purple picks up the SIR and it compacts again; “Who wants this one?” an Invader nicknamed O.S raised his hand “I do!” Purple throws it to him but it hits the Invader with a big ‘thunk!’ O.S letting out ‘Ow!’ woozily saying a “Thank you.” Walking off with his SIR. “Everyone else, line up and take a robot!” Red called as invaders line up. Out of the wall, a long mechanical tentacle that serves as a conveyor belt emerges. Several compact SIR units slide down. The first Invader in line, Invader Larb, steps up. A SIR detaches from the wire and unfolds, on its feet and ready for action. Larb sets out his orders “SIR! Go warm up my ship's engines.” The SIR gives a salute ready for orders “Yes master, I obey!” as SIR and Larb walk off as Zim steps forward excited for his turn. “Finally! A robot slave of my own!”He reaches his arms out, waiting to get his own SIR.

Red contemptuously sets another idea “Um, eh, we have a "top-secret" model for you, Zim,” Red waves his hand over a hole near him and a trashcan emerges. Red searches through the discarded SIR parts and an old shoe box as Purple pulls out a screw, 2 pennies, a paper clip, and a rubber ball from his pocket band. As Red attaches some eyes to a head, Purple dumps the junk in as supplies of a brain for the new robot. Purple makes a howling kind of whistle noise and tosses the hunk of junk in the box tossing it in front of Zim. It lies there, inactive “It looks kind of… not good,” “Yes! Well, that's what the enemy will think!”Purple assured, Red nodding in agreement “Get it?” Zim looked convinced “I see! Very good! It even fooled me! I am honored to be trusted with such advanced technology,”

The Almighty Tallest giggle to themselves at Zim’s naivety for falling for this trick, but observes Zim confused “Um, is it supposed to not work?” he appreciates the top-secret robot but how was it supposed to work? Purple winked to continue their lie "Oh Zim the best part of this"top-secret" model for you, Zim is that you’ll get to build the rest of the model yourself to advance its programming to your preference,” Zim’s large ruby rose eyes widen at the bright idea “Oh course it makes sense my Tallests thank for this opportunity I will not fail on this mission as your Invader Zim!” he yelled joyfully as Zim excitedly walked off with his “special model” unaware of mockery, as the Tallest continue to snicker.

Later that night Zim lay in his small bed in the cheapest hotel he could find in Conventia for the night. tomorrow the Invaders shall set course to their destinations “I can’t believe it soon I will set out as an invader,” he whispered as he screwed the last bolt to his ‘SIR’ with one of his little tools set it was all he could afford due to using his hard worked tired savings as a waitress to gather supplies for his mission being careful not to spend too much and have enough money for when he arrives to his planet, especially having gone through a lot of humiliation as a waitress having to serve, cook, and sometimes clean messes at the diners he worked at trying to earn good tips from customers even if they were big jerks. He slightly frowned at the thought remembering times he had to put up with guys who made lewd comments about his body as Zim tried to control his annoyance/anger to snap back at them or accidentally pour ice drinks on them when one would give his butt a pinch or slap calling him “sweet bottom” or “sugar babe” “hot cheeks” or some even dirtier ones he darn not say he even remembers when Zim almost lost his temper when working at his 2nd job at a buffet place with privates booths when of the customers from a space biker grabbed him as he was serving their food by the waist trying to be flirty by making Zim sit on his lap saying how “like how sexy ya look in that waitress dress,” grabbing his hip giving a squeeze as Zim blushed in anger that rose when he suddenly felt the blue alien brute's pants harden cock against his bottom “ how bout you take a break sweet bottom and have a little fan under the table with us I’m sure ya boss won’t mind when we pay a good tip,” he tossed a big bag of cash and star crystals gems that are worth a lot “and maybe later little muffin we can take you on moonlight ride on our spacehogs,’’ they all snickered one commenting “he didn’t mean their bikes,”damn these brutes Zim felt his blood boiling as he continued to struggle out of the guy’s grip with the others dirty comments “think he can take three at once” he wanted to throw up “I got two in my pants I bet I can get him screaming like a..” Let Go “I wonder what color his panties are,” Let Go “I bet I can get him wet,” that’s it!

“I TOLD YOU LET ME GO DAMN BRUTS!” the next thing Zim gave the guy holding him a good hard ‘slap!’ shocking the biker and loosening his grip allowing Zim the opportunity to slip off his lap and ducking under the table grabbing the bag of cash with him before crawling under the table trying not to cringe in disgust seeing that the other bikers had full on hard bulges peeking out from arousal outlining in their leather pants as he crawled away from the table as they laughed hard at the biker who got slapped for his misfortune to shocked at the stinging red hand mark Zim left on his left cheek it even had a cut from his nails he sure knew would turn into a scar later. Zim quickly fled to the back of the kitchens in the food storage to hide when his boss came out to see what the commotion was about, he stayed there until he was sure the bikers left and was called in by his boss who gave him a scolding to him that Zim thought was unfair as he was the one being harassed but it was over and Zim was sent home with a warning cutting half his check but at least the good part he secretly kept the giant tip that was able to get him off the planet later on.

Letting out a heavy breath Zim calmed himself wiping away the tear peaking from his eyes. He swore he’d never return to Foodcourtia this is his chance to prove to his Tallest he swears it. Suddenly, a sound interrupts Zim’s train of thought as the robot activates its red glowing eyes looking up to Zim opening its eyes like a new baby, “GIR, reporting for duty!” Zim raised a brow looking at his little robot “GIR? What does the 'G' stand for?” he asked curious to his surprise GIR's eyes turned blue (well that’s new?). GIR shrugged “I don't know!” he looked at “Are you my Mama?” “Mama!” Does this robot think I’m its parent? “Well GIR in a way yes I did build you myself, but I am your Master Zim understand,” GIR stands there awkwardly. He then hits himself in the head repeatedly. “Wheeeeee hoo hoo hoo! I Luv My Mama! Wheeeeeeee hoo hoo hoo!” Zim is curious yet confused about this odd behavior “Um, are you supposed to not work?”(Hmm, but Tallest Purple did say it’s advanced.) Zim shook the thought off before proceeding to prepare for the trip continuing as GIR proceeded to bounce on his head repeatedly by midnight both alien and robot went to sleep resting for the journey ahead of them.

The Next Morning All the Irken ships start to leave Conventia. Zim's Voot Cruiser was the last to separate from the rest and towards his destination heading for Earth. Zim “Okay, GIR! Our mission begins now! Let us reign some doom upon the filthy heads of our doomed enemies!” GIR happily nods “I’m gonna sing the doom song now Mama! Doom, doom, doom, doo doom, doom” (and so on) Zim types on his computer “In the meantime, I will be looking up research on Earths history and information in preparation of disguises and background for our arrival GIR we’ll need to be ready to blend in and through off any suspicion of our identities,” Zim declare as GIR continues to sing the doom song as the Voot Cruiser zooms off.

stay tuned The Nightmare Begins Part 2

credit to the lovely Helen aka https://delhe-dalim.tumblr.com/ of her version Professor Membrane in this story.

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[warcrimesimulator]

Svetlana was in my dream last night.

We were in a domed city with lots of grey brutalist apartment buildings and no visible sky. There were like electrical wires fucking everywhere. Absolute mess. According to Svetlana, we were in.. Warsaw which was "the capital of the Russian Empire before the apocalypse"? I have multiple fucking questions, but alas, no answers.

There were four sectors of the city, and we lived in Sector 4, which were basically the slums on the very outside. Svetlana lived in a very messy apartment with 5 other people. We hung out there for a while drinking tea and then I followed her to take a train to Sector 3 which was essentially a merchant district (we weren't allowed in 2 or 1) but still a poor, grimy place overall. To get there we had to take a train, and there was this scary fucking elevator to get down to the train station and I opted to take the stairs instead.

We went to a small market to buy food. The main lights had been turned off to simulate nighttime, and the streets were now illuminated by neon store lights. At one point she got stopped by a cop, and Svetlana fucking pulled out a gun and killed him. Then we just fucking ran for our lives and hid in a dark alleyway.

Svetlana said it doesn't matter much because she's already a fugitive, and she's been trying to find a way to break out of the city, that everything they've been taught has been a lie and outside these walls there's nature and sky, perhaps there are even people out there. She said there's someone she's trying to find, and told me to go back to Sector 1 and get in contact with a group of rebels called the Brotherhood of Surya led by some anonymous dude who is simply referred to as the Goodfellow. She said there's a small tea shop down the street from her apartment building- that I go there and order cucumber mint tea, which isn't on their menu and is actually a codeword for getting in contact with these rebels.

And I woke up before I could do that.

#dreams

[mariacallous]

The 18 cases left for this term before the summer recess:

New York State Rifle & Pistol Association Inc. v. Bruen, No. 20-843 [Arg: 11.3.2021 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether the state of New York's denial of petitioners' applications for concealed-carry licenses for self-defense violated the Second Amendment.

Becerra v. Empire Health Foundation, No. 20-1312 [Arg: 11.29.2021 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether, for purposes of calculating additional payment for hospitals that serve a “significantly disproportionate number of low-income patients,” the secretary of health and human services has permissibly included in a hospital’s Medicare fraction all of the hospital’s patient days of individuals who satisfy the requirements to be entitled to Medicare Part A benefits, regardless of whether Medicare paid the hospital for those particular days.

Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, No. 19-1392 [Arg: 12.1.2021 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether all pre-viability prohibitions on elective abortions are unconstitutional.

U.S. v. Taylor, No. 20-1459 [Arg: 12.7.2021 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether 18 U.S.C. § 924(c)(3)(A)’s definition of “crime of violence” excludes attempted Hobbs Act robbery, in violation of 18 U.S.C. § 1951(a).

Carson v. Makin, No. 20-1088 [Arg: 12.8.2021 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether a state violates the religion clauses or equal protection clause of the United States Constitution by prohibiting students participating in an otherwise generally available student-aid program from choosing to use their aid to attend schools that provide religious, or “sectarian,” instruction.

Concepcion v. U.S., No. 20-1650 [Arg: 1.19.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether, when deciding if it should “impose a reduced sentence” on an individual under Section 404(b) of the First Step Act of 2018, a district court must or may consider intervening legal and factual developments.

West Virginia v. Environmental Protection Agency, No. 20-1530 [Arg: 02.28.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether, in 42 U.S.C. § 7411(d), an ancillary provision of the Clean Air Act, Congress constitutionally authorized the Environmental Protection Agency to issue significant rules — including those capable of reshaping the nation’s electricity grids and unilaterally decarbonizing virtually any sector of the economy — without any limits on what the agency can require so long as it considers cost, nonair impacts and energy requirements.

Marietta Memorial Hospital Employee Health Benefit Plan v. DaVita Inc., No. 20-1641 [Arg: 03.1.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): (1) Whether a group health plan that provides uniform reimbursement of all dialysis treatments observe the prohibition provided by the Medicare Secondary Payer Act that group health plans may not “take into account” the fact that a plan participant with end stage renal disease is eligible for Medicare benefits; (2) whether a plan that provides the same dialysis benefits to all plan participants, and reimburses dialysis providers uniformly regardless of whether the patient has end stage renal disease, observe the prohibition under the Medicare Secondary Payer Act that a group health plan also may not “differentiate” between individuals with end stage renal disease and others “in the benefits it provides”; and (3) whether the Medicare Secondary Payer Act is a coordination-of-benefits measure designed to protect Medicare, not an antidiscrimination law designed to protect certain providers from alleged disparate impact of uniform treatment.

Ruan v. U.S., No. 20-1410 [Arg: 03.1.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether a physician alleged to have prescribed controlled substances outside the usual course of professional practice may be convicted of unlawful distribution under 21 U.S.C. § 841(a)(1) without regard to whether, in good faith, he “reasonably believed” or “subjectively intended” that his prescriptions fall within that course of professional practice.

Berger v. North Carolina State Conference of the NAACP, No. 21-248 [Arg: 03.21.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): (1) Whether a state agent authorized by state law to defend the state’s interest in litigation must overcome a presumption of adequate representation to intervene as of right in a case in which a state official is a defendant; (2) whether a district court’s determination of adequate representation in ruling on a motion to intervene as of right is reviewed de novo or for abuse of discretion; and (3) whether petitioners Philip Berger, the president pro tempore of the state senate, and Timothy Moore, the speaker of the state house of representatives, are entitled to intervene as of right in this litigation.

Torres v. Texas Department of Public Safety, No. 20-603 [Arg: 03.29.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether Congress has the power to authorize suits against nonconsenting states pursuant to its constitutional war powers.

U.S. v. Washington, No. 21-404 [Arg: 04.18.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether a state workers’ compensation law that applies exclusively to federal contract workers who perform services at a specified federal facility is barred by principles of intergovernmental immunity, or is instead authorized by 40 U.S.C. § 3172(a), which permits the application of state workers’ compensation laws to federal facilities “in the same way and to the same extent as if the premises were under the exclusive jurisdiction of the State.”

Vega v. Tekoh, No. 21-499 [Arg: 04.20.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether a plaintiff may state a claim for relief against a law enforcement officer under 42 U.S.C. § 1983 based simply on an officer’s failure to provide the warnings prescribed in Miranda v. Arizona.

Nance v. Ward, No. 21-439 [Arg: 04.25.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): (1) Whether an inmate’s as-applied method-of-execution challenge must be raised in a habeas petition instead of through a 42 U.S.C. § 1983 action if the inmate pleads an alternative method of execution not currently authorized by state law; and (2) whether, if such a challenge must be raised in habeas, it constitutes a successive petition when the challenge would not have been ripe at the time of the inmate’s first habeas petition.

Kennedy v. Bremerton School District, No. 21-418 [Arg: 04.25.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): (1) Whether a public-school employee who says a brief, quiet prayer by himself while at school and visible to students is engaged in government speech that lacks any First Amendment protection; and (2) whether, assuming that such religious expression is private and protected by the free speech and free exercise clauses, the establishment clause nevertheless compels public schools to prohibit it.

Shoop v. Twyford, No. 21-511 [Arg: 04.26.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): (1) Whether federal courts may use the All Writs Act to order the transportation of state prisoners for reasons not enumerated in 28 U.S.C. § 2241(c); and (2) whether, before a court grants an order allowing a habeas petitioner to develop new evidence, it must determine whether the evidence could aid the petitioner in proving his entitlement to habeas relief, and whether the evidence may permissibly be considered by a habeas court.

Biden v. Texas, No. 21-954 [Arg: 04.26.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): (1) Whether 8 U.S.C. § 1225 requires the Department of Homeland Security to continue implementing the Migrant Protection Protocols, a former policy under which certain noncitizens arriving at the southwest border were returned to Mexico during their immigration proceedings; and (2) whether the U.S. Court of Appeals for the 5th Circuit erred by concluding that the secretary of homeland security’s new decision terminating MPP had no legal effect.

Oklahoma v. Castro-Huerta, No. 21-429 [Arg: 04.27.2022 Trans./Aud.]

Issue(s): Whether a state has authority to prosecute non-Indians who commit crimes against Indians in Indian country.

[harrelltut]

never allow My EXTREME [ME] SILENT MICHAEL KING ARROGANCE [KA]... offend your loudest insecurities #him2arrogant #insertevilevillaughemoji

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him [harrell] king solomon-michael

don't be mad you not at my devil level [insert evil evil laugh emoji] of saintly satanic anunnaqi [spiritual archangel] michael okcult harrell jr powers

eye love my extra dark scorpio life [death] in silence 

him [michael] 1st born 1968 gen x child of futuristic 5000 past lives... from ancient mississippi's hidden [mh] louisiana blaq marie art [mary] magick magi familia of us primordial supernatural luciferian [insert evil evil laugh emoji] sky spirits in low earth orbit [leo] energy bodies intuitively identified by moor [i’m] immortal 9 [i9] ether fossil tribal muur [mu] land chiefs... who ancestrally identify [a.i.] mother's [aims] invisible santería energy ancestor [sea] spirits of highly complex [advanced] ancient #9ether dna [dinosaur] mind [dm] transmissions [dmt communications] of self identifiable STRATOSPHERIC muur [summer] rna sky empire technologies [set] biologically embedded w/sirius electromagnetic airwave [sea] light mechanics [electricity] illuminating anu moorish [i am] underground mu mental [mum = mummu] illuminati [mi = michael] of moor extended [me] astronomical radiation star [mars] chart records astrologically & generationally engineered [rage] SUPERCONSCIOUSLY by manifesting anu [ma] genetic mental upgrade [mu] of sirius nanotechnological biometric chemicals [nbc] alkhemically materializing anu golden 9 ether [mage] supernaturally visible 9 ether [ve = venus] anunnaqi earth [qi] avatar [star] tribes of enqi nudimmud [ten]… who mathematically algorithmically computationally [mac] encrypted [me] anu golden 9 ether [mage] ethereal [eclipse = occulted] black sun compu_tah [ptah] naturelanguage.gov @ highly official... u.s. ægiptian deutsch quantum harrell tech [qht] llc

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#om #o michael #eyequadrillionaire #quantumharrelltech #harrelltut #fallofamerica #the untouchable one #him2arrogant

[duckiefm]

{ ic; lana condor. 24. non-binary. she/they. } yo! have you heard about [ DAPHNE “DUCKIE” PHAM ]? i couldn’t help but notice them blasting [ SOLAR POWER BY LORDE ] when they pulled up.  i saw them moving into [ SKYLINE BEACH ] which makes sense because they remind me of [ UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER IN THE SUMMER SUN & ALWAYS FINDING A SILVER LINING]. word on the street is that they’re [ SCATTERBRAINED & IRRESPONSIBLE ] but i also heard they can be [ FEARLESS & EFFERVESCENT ]. i could be wrong but something tells me that they work over at [ BLOCKBUSTER ] but i guess we’ll find out soon enough.

hi hello to my favorite babes !! your friendly neighborhood maeby coming in hot and so stoked to be here ♡ i’m 26, out here in the mst this time of year, and use she/they pronouns. i’m truly so freakin’ jazzed to finally be playing my favorite lil pea again... duckie ! she is my teeny-tiniest, sunshine-iest dork and i can’t think of a better place for her to be than urbzville v2 ! without further ado...

STATS

given name: daphne elaine pham preferred name: duckie - given as a child, an offshoot of “daffy duck” other nicknames: duck, daph, pham zodiac: leo sun, sagittarius rising, aquarius moon orientation: pansexual, non-binary (demi-woman) hobbies: surfing, skateboarding, throwing impromptu house parties, amateur filmmaking, electric guitar, planning concerts so her band has somewhere to play for once, racking up high scores at the arcade favorites: ultra loaded nachos, pizza for every meal, chocolate lava cakes, "all that she wants” by ace of base, empire records (1995), dance dance revolution character inspo: ferris bueller (ferris bueller’s day off), phoebe buffay (friends), zack van gerbig (gilmore girls), jack dawson (titanic), shaggy rogers (scooby doo), penny lane (almost famous)

BIOGRAPHY

duckie (never daphne, unless you want a little tasmanian devil after you) pham’s story began when her father, acclaimed surfer đại niên “daniel” pham, met the woman who would be daphne’s mother, interior designer leona tran while just trying to get a burger after a long day. in a mix-up at a diner in leona’s hometown, they were given each other’s food. when they realized the mistake and went to fix it, they couldn’t stop talking until well after midnight. they were from wildly different worlds, but they didn’t care! duckie’s older brother was born nine months later and though her parents weren’t actually married until a few years ago, that hopeless romanticism became a constant theme in duckie’s life. duckie didn’t put much effort into dating or romance, herself, but she did enjoy making matches for her friends’ lonely hearts. even when her family moved from australia to urbzville for her mother’s career, duckie immersed herself in her new friends’ personal lives.

while the rest of the people her age seemed to be in the middle of crazy schemes to try to get boyfriends and girlfriends (often that she came up with), duckie was busy trying to learn how to kickflip, running around filming everything around her, learning how to play bad covers on her dad’s old acoustic guitar, and surfing at skyline beach. by far the closest to her heart, surfing took up the majority of her attention and love. when her dad opened a surf shop with his brother right in skyline beach, duckie swore allegiance to urbzville for life. who needs anywhere else when you’ve got waves and halfpipes right in the urbz? the city was a revelation to duckie and the diverse districts around the city opened her up to all kinds of things that she hadn’t cared enough about back in her home country. kicktail park and cozmo street became her second homes, but even when she moved out with one of her best friends at nineteen, she couldn’t help but stay in skyline beach.

duckie has a hard time taking any seriously and would much rather joke everything off and focus on making other people happy than holding grudges or creating confrontation. creating chaos, though? she’s absolutely here for. her pranks are very much about confusing, not abusing, and they’re proof that even five years after moving out of her parents’ place, she has not grown up. the closest she’s come to maturity is keeping down her steady job at blockbuster, her favorite place to spread movie theories and celebrity gossip. she spends a ton of time there even outside of her shifts. is that because of her insistence that she has the best taste in movies of anyone in the city? it’s not... not! duckie doesn’t put much stock into the rivalries between the districts and doesn’t mind making it known. prides herself in having friends from all over urbzville and claims not to care about the flack she catches from people because of it. is truly just here for a good time! always has good weed!

WANTED CONNECTS

regulars at blockbuster, where duckie works and honestly spends a ton of her time!

employees and regulars of duckie’s favorite haunts!

people she went to high school with here in urbzville!

band mates / someone for duckie to play music with!

flings, crushes, exes, fwbs!

anybody who needs a friendly face around, since duckie sees the good (or at least the good time) in everyone!

people who really don’t get along with duckie since she isn’t everyone’s cup of tea!

someone who thinks she’s a poser for not sticking to her district!

anything under the sun you might be vibing!

#urbz:intro #✧ — ⋆ 𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒎 ; about .

[lensandpenpress]

1940s View from Table Rock – still no dam

1940s View from Table Rock – still no dam

Into the 1940s, visitors continued to visit and pose for photographs on the flat rock above the White River valley – where there was still no sign of earth-moving equipment, much less a towering blockage to the stream. That stretch of river was promoted as a dam site by Henry Doherty, Empire District Electric Company, even before Taneycomo, his first successful White River project, had finished…

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#Army Corps of Engineers #Empire District Electric #Henry Doherty #Table Rock #Taneycomo #White River

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 4.8 (before 1950)

217 – Roman emperor Caracalla is assassinated and is succeeded by his Praetorian Guard prefect, Marcus Opellius Macrinus. 876 – The Battle of Dayr al-'Aqul saves Baghdad from the Saffarids. 1139 – Roger II of Sicily is excommunicated by Innocent II for supporting Anacletus II as pope for seven years, even though Roger had already publicly recognized Innocent's claim to the papacy. 1232 – Mongol–Jin War: The Mongols begin their siege on Kaifeng, the capital of the Jin dynasty. 1250 – Seventh Crusade: Ayyubids of Egypt capture King Louis IX of France in the Battle of Fariskur. 1271 – In Syria, sultan Baibars conquers the Krak des Chevaliers. 1605 – The city of Oulu, Finland, is founded by Charles IX of Sweden. 1730 – Shearith Israel, the first synagogue in continental North America, is dedicated. 1812 – Czar Alexander I, the Russian Emperor and the Grand Duke of Finland, officially announces the transfer of the status of the Finnish capital from Turku to Helsinki. 1820 – The Venus de Milo is discovered on the Aegean island of Milos. 1832 – Black Hawk War: Around 300 United States 6th Infantry troops leave St. Louis, Missouri to fight the Sauk Native Americans. 1866 – Austro-Prussian War: Italy and Prussia sign a secret alliance against the Austrian Empire. 1886 – William Ewart Gladstone introduces the first Irish Home Rule Bill into the British House of Commons. 1895 – In Pollock v. Farmers' Loan & Trust Co. the Supreme Court of the United States declares unapportioned income tax to be unconstitutional. 1904 – The French Third Republic and the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland sign the Entente cordiale. 1906 – Auguste Deter, the first person to be diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, dies. 1908 – Harvard University votes to establish the Harvard Business School. 1911 – Dutch physicist Heike Kamerlingh Onnes discovers superconductivity. 1913 – The 17th Amendment to the United States Constitution, requiring direct election of Senators, becomes law. 1918 – World War I: Actors Douglas Fairbanks and Charlie Chaplin sell war bonds on the streets of New York City's financial district. 1924 – Sharia courts are abolished in Turkey, as part of Atatürk's Reforms. 1929 – Indian independence movement: At the Delhi Central Assembly, Bhagat Singh and Batukeshwar Dutt throw handouts and bombs to court arrest. 1935 – The Works Progress Administration is formed when the Emergency Relief Appropriation Act of 1935 becomes law. 1940 – The Central Committee of the Mongolian People's Revolutionary Party elects Yumjaagiin Tsedenbal as General Secretary, marking the beginning of his 44-year-long tenure as de facto leader of Mongolia. 1942 – World War II: The Japanese take Bataan in the Philippines. 1943 – U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt, in an attempt to check inflation, freezes wages and prices, prohibits workers from changing jobs unless the war effort would be aided thereby, and bars rate increases by common carriers and public utilities. 1943 – Otto and Elise Hampel are executed in Berlin for their anti-Nazi activities. 1945 – World War II: After an air raid accidentally destroys a train carrying about 4,000 Nazi concentration camp internees in Prussian Hanover, the survivors are massacred by Nazis. 1946 – Électricité de France, the world's largest utility company, is formed as a result of the nationalisation of a number of electricity producers, transporters and distributors.

#Events

[pixelsparks]

P I X E L B A R D O T.

district 3 mentor.

BASICS

[DEVERY JACOBS, FEMALE, SHE/HER] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes PIXEL BARDOT, a DISTRICT 3 MENTOR. Word around The Capitol is that they’re RESILIENT AND INTREPID but can also be STUPID AND EGOCENTRIC. According to sources, they’re THIRTY and were once described as the sweet ache of sore muscles building strength, dissociation by drug-addled dancing on tabletops, electricity sparking up like a firework against a black canvas sky, how satisfied that savage feeling is when something finally breaks, only boring people get bored. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

BIOGRAPHY

Kodak and Damini Bardot remain among the most lavishly wealthy in District 3. Several suspected they would eventually make the move into the Capitol. However, Kodak preferred a more hands on approach to handling the family business, and Damini built the labs to her perfect specifications here. They were arguably the largest suppliers of screens and holograms in all of Panem. They even had special contracts with the President. Damini’s keen mind for technological upgrades, and Kodak’s business acumen ensured they could build an empire during their young lives, which in turn, meant they sacrificed other ambitions. The Bardot’s always intended to have children, but as time moved steadily on, it was no longer a viable option for them. They turned to adoption, and the lucky twins who came to be their family were named Bokeh and Pixel. 

The twins were raised with every luxury that the District could afford which, admittedly, wasn’t as much as the Capitol, but certainly better than a vast majority of other districts. They both had tutors for general education and soon developed talents and passions all their own. Bokeh was a smart boy. He impressed teachers of every subject and, much like his mother, had a keen mind for inventive technology. Pixel, however, was not equally inclined. She showed absolutely no advantage in her schooling. In fact, she failed almost every academic exam given to her. She was abysmally obtuse with any screen, keyboard, chip, or circuit put in her hands. Instead, Pixel excelled with her dance instructor and then with an acrobatics coach. She was agile and strong, a natural athlete. The Bardot’s tried not to make their disappointment obvious, but it was no secret who would be taking over the business. 

Despite that, Kodak and Damini encouraged each twin with both words and funds. Bokeh was given endless supplies to tinker and craft with while Pixel was trained physically. Soon enough, she expanded her interests to martial arts and combat training. The Bardot’s even attempted to enroll Pixel in the same lessons as other Careers, but there was not much available in their District. Not because they wanted her to volunteer for the games, quite the opposite, but because that would mean she had the best. Truly, Pixel adored the physicality of training, loved how it felt to move, run, jump, and fight. However, she got easily bored. When Pixel wasn’t riding the adrenaline high from athletics, she found other, less reputable, ways to fulfill that need. It started with little risks: climbing up the rogue architecture of buildings, sneaking drinks from her parent’s bar, tests of strength or constitution in venues that she certainly wasn’t old enough to frequent. When all that became boring too, the little menace moved on to larger risks: jumping from rooftop to rooftop, buying hits from shady Morphlings, seeing how long she could take a taser in the chest and stay on her feet. It was all a laugh to her. Besides, her parents had proven several times over that they would pay the way to hush up any trouble she caused. 

When the twins finally became old enough for the Reaping, no one expected Pixel to be drawn during their first year. Bokeh looked terrified as he heard the name echo through the main square. Pixel, on the other hand, seemed excited. Of course no one volunteered on her behalf. She wouldn’t really want them to. This was a competition like no other. The surprisingly strong girl earned an immediate reputation. Most tributes from District 3 were lean, almost feeble, and pallid. Their skillset relied on the electronics trade. Those who won often did so by taking advantage of that knowledge. Pixel was, by all appearances, in another class entirely. She had the toned and well-defined muscles of a gymnast and fighter, and stood decidedly imposing compared to the rest of her District. That became a rather large hook for her character before the games began. No one quite knew what to expect. 

The games that year were hosted on a salt flat. When the tributes were brought into the arena, there was nothing but flat mirror earth beneath them, a deadly sun above, the Cornucopia in front of them, and the movement of some indistinguishable animals in the far distance. Most tributes realized quickly that there was nowhere to hide and water was going to be their most valued possession. It was one of the most violent bloodbaths in recent history. Pixel was responsible for six of the ten deaths on day one. Those who survived ran as far as they could with nothing. The first night was tense. The second night, it rained. Those who managed to catch some of that water managed to hold out longer. The rest perished from dehydration and exhaustion. Pixel made a base camp inside the cornucopia, but got bored on day four and started to hunt. She managed to catch a few other tributes, but it was going slow and the original supply of water was running low. It rained again, but this time muttations were released into the arena. They were electrified and meant to use the thin layer of water to amplify their range of voltage. Pixel survived through a sponsor gift; a thin rubber sheet just large enough to fit both feet. She climbed to the top of Cornucopia and tried to wait it out, but the rain would not cease. With only three Tributes left, Pixel instincts screamed that she had to move to win since time was not on their side. She took the rubber mat and managed to wrangle it around one of the electric muttations to keep it in her grasp. 

Pixel won the games, but lost her left hand in the process. She also suffered some severe nerve damage and burned all her hair off. That eventually grew back, but the hand did not. She had it replaced with a fiberoptic prosthetic designed by her mother and brother. After the tour, Pixel retired to the Victor’s Village for a grand total of three months. Then she got bored again and decided to do what her parents should have done years and years ago; she moved to the Capitol. The party life was insane. It suited her. 

What called Pixel back to District 3 was the current mentor, the man who trained her, had a proper mental breakdown. He could no longer stand to send lottery winners year after year. They needed someone to train the new crop of Tributes. So Pixel agreed to do it. She would get bored of the Capitol soon anyway, and then what? She excelled in getting those Tributes physically ready. District 3 needed advice on how to gain muscle and stamina. However, Pixel struggled to help conceive of more quietly strategic methods of victory.

STATS

Deceive; 1

Fight; 3

Lore (knowledge); 1

Notice; 1

Physique; 3

Provoke; 2

Rapport; 1

Resourcefulness; 2

Stealth; 2

Will; 3

EXTRAS

pinterest. || playlist.

HEADCANONS

Pixel is pansexual and rather active about it. She had no qualms or hesitation about crawling into bed with just about anyone (at anytime). Sexuality also played a large part in Pixel’s schtick before her games.

Once she moved to the Capitol, Pixel experimented with a few other body modifications. The most notable of which are iridescent circuit-like tattoos across the expanse of her body.

Pixel is not what she would call a drug addict. She is, but she has certainly made it appear more like over-indulgent fun.

The best way I can describe Pixel is not a bimbo, but very specifically a female himbo.

#odds:intro #;about #;bio #;biography #;pixel

[theoddshq]

PIXEL BARDOT (devery jacobs fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

OOC

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: Lex, 30, She/Her/They, EST

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? She’s a little bit Haymitch in bluntness and attitude, a little bit Johanna with the viciousness and badassery, and a whole lot of Enobaria, Cashmere, Gloss violent career energy. 

Anything else? xoxo.

BASICS

[DEVERY JACOBS, FEMALE, SHE/HER] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes PIXEL BARDOT, a DISTRICT 3 MENTOR. Word around The Capitol is that they’re RESILIENT AND INTREPID but can also be STUPID AND EGOCENTRIC. According to sources, they’re THIRTY and were once described as the sweet ache of sore muscles building strength, dissociation by drug-addled dancing on tabletops, electricity sparking up like a firework against a black canvas sky, how satisfied that savage feeling is when something finally breaks, only boring people get bored. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

BIOGRAPHY

Kodak and Damini Bardot remain among the most lavishly wealthy in District 3. Several suspected they would eventually make the move into the Capitol. However, Kodak preferred a more hands on approach to handling the family business, and Damini built the labs to her perfect specifications here. They were arguably the largest suppliers of screens and holograms in all of Panem. They even had special contracts with the President. Damini’s keen mind for technological upgrades, and Kodak’s business acumen ensured they could build an empire during their young lives, which in turn, meant they sacrificed other ambitions. The Bardot’s always intended to have children, but as time moved steadily on, it was no longer a viable option for them. They turned to adoption, and the lucky twins who came to be their family were named Bokeh and Pixel. 

The twins were raised with every luxury that the District could afford which, admittedly, wasn’t as much as the Capitol, but certainly better than a vast majority of other districts. They both had tutors for general education and soon developed talents and passions all their own. Bokeh was a smart boy. He impressed teachers of every subject and, much like his mother, had a keen mind for inventive technology. Pixel, however, was not equally inclined. She showed absolutely no advantage in her schooling. In fact, she failed almost every academic exam given to her. She was abysmally obtuse with any screen, keyboard, chip, or circuit put in her hands. Instead, Pixel excelled with her dance instructor and then with an acrobatics coach. She was agile and strong, a natural athlete. The Bardot’s tried not to make their disappointment obvious, but it was no secret who would be taking over the business. 

Despite that, Kodak and Damini encouraged each twin with both words and funds. Bokeh was given endless supplies to tinker and craft with while Pixel was trained physically. Soon enough, she expanded her interests to martial arts and combat training. The Bardot’s even attempted to enroll Pixel in the same lessons as other Careers, but there was not much available in their District. Not because they wanted her to volunteer for the games, quite the opposite, but because that would mean she had the best. Truly, Pixel adored the physicality of training, loved how it felt to move, run, jump, and fight. However, she got easily bored. When Pixel wasn’t riding the adrenaline high from athletics, she found other, less reputable, ways to fulfill that need. It started with little risks: climbing up the rogue architecture of buildings, sneaking drinks from her parent’s bar, tests of strength or constitution in venues that she certainly wasn’t old enough to frequent. When all that became boring too, the little menace moved on to larger risks: jumping from rooftop to rooftop, buying hits from shady Morphlings, seeing how long she could take a taser in the chest and stay on her feet. It was all a laugh to her. Besides, her parents had proven several times over that they would pay the way to hush up any trouble she caused. 

When the twins finally became old enough for the Reaping, no one expected Pixel to be drawn during their first year. Bokeh looked terrified as he heard the name echo through the main square. Pixel, on the other hand, seemed excited. Of course no one volunteered on her behalf. She wouldn’t really want them to. This was a competition like no other. The surprisingly strong girl earned an immediate reputation. Most tributes from District 3 were lean, almost feeble, and pallid. Their skillset relied on the electronics trade. Those who won often did so by taking advantage of that knowledge. Pixel was, by all appearances, in another class entirely. She had the toned and well-defined muscles of a gymnast and fighter, and stood decidedly imposing compared to the rest of her District. That became a rather large hook for her character before the games began. No one quite knew what to expect. 

The games that year were hosted on a salt flat. When the tributes were brought into the arena, there was nothing but flat mirror earth beneath them, a deadly sun above, the Cornucopia in front of them, and the movement of some indistinguishable animals in the far distance. Most tributes realized quickly that there was nowhere to hide and water was going to be their most valued possession. It was one of the most violent bloodbaths in recent history. Pixel was responsible for six of the ten deaths on day one. Those who survived ran as far as they could with nothing. The first night was tense. The second night, it rained. Those who managed to catch some of that water managed to hold out longer. The rest perished from dehydration and exhaustion. Pixel made a base camp inside the cornucopia, but got bored on day four and started to hunt. She managed to catch a few other tributes, but it was going slow and the original supply of water was running low. It rained again, but this time muttations were released into the arena. They were electrified and meant to use the thin layer of water to amplify their range of voltage. Pixel survived through a sponsor gift; a thin rubber sheet just large enough to fit both feet. She climbed to the top of Cornucopia and tried to wait it out, but the rain would not cease. With only three Tributes left, Pixel instincts screamed that she had to move to win since time was not on their side. She took the rubber mat and managed to wrangle it around one of the electric muttations to keep it in her grasp. 

Pixel won the games, but lost her left hand in the process. She also suffered some severe nerve damage and burned all her hair off. That eventually grew back, but the hand did not. She had it replaced with a fiberoptic prosthetic designed by her mother and brother. After the tour, Pixel retired to the Victor’s Village for a grand total of three months. Then she got bored again and decided to do what her parents should have done years and years ago; she moved to the Capitol. The party life was insane. It suited her. 

What called Pixel back to District 3 was the current mentor, the man who trained her, had a proper mental breakdown. He could no longer stand to send lottery winners year after year. They needed someone to train the new crop of Tributes. So Pixel agreed to do it. She would get bored of the Capitol soon anyway, and then what? She excelled in getting those Tributes physically ready. District 3 needed advice on how to gain muscle and stamina. However, Pixel struggled to help conceive of more quietly strategic methods of victory. 

WRITING SAMPLE

[REDACTED]

STATS

Deceive; 1 Fight; 3 Lore (knowledge); 1 Notice; 1 Physique; 3 Provoke; 2 Rapport; 1 Resourcefulness; 2 Stealth; 2 Will; 3

EXTRAS

https://www.pinterest.com/mabwriting13/to-pixel/

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4rUZr5oe2sAcpIEtB7IgLU?si=79c31f60d6c84e12 

Additional headcanons:

Pixel is pansexual and rather active about it. She had no qualms or hesitation about crawling into bed with just about anyone (at anytime). Sexuality also played a large part in Pixel’s schtick before her games.

Once she moved to the Capitol, Pixel experimented with a few other body modifications. The most notable of which are iridescent circuit-like tattoos across the expanse of her body.

Pixel is not what she would call a drug addict. She is, but she has certainly made it appear more like over-indulgent fun.

The best way I can describe Pixel is not a bimbo, but very specifically a female himbo.

#submission #accepted #pixel #the hunger games #the hunger games rp #the hunger games roleplay #the hunger games rpg #hunger games #hunger games rp #hunger games roleplay #hunger games rpg #thg rp #thg roleplay #thg rpg #oc rp #mumu rp #dystopian rp #diverse rp #new rp #lit rp

[wildlifetour]

Embrace Thrilling Comfort in the Jungle Resorts in Tadoba

A luxurious accommodation makes the vacation experience unforgettable. If you are a safari enthusiast, fond of staying near the wilderness, then you must choose your accommodation amid the forest locations. Plan for Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve this November, the commencing month of the tourist season for Tadoba. For all adventure lovers, Tadoba National Park is an ideal destination for an exciting jungle safari experience. Tadoba Safari Booking has to be conducted well in advance for jeep safari. Safaris are available both for early morning and late afternoon slots. Nestled in Chandrapura District, Tadoba National Park is the largest one in Maharashtra. The rich treasure of wildlife and flora in the national park caters for an exquisite wildlife holiday. Several resorts and camps are set up in the vicinity of Tadoba National Park and these lodging options facilitate jeep safari, boating, bird watching, village visits, and so on.

In order to experience distinguished lodging involvements book your rooms in the following resorts or camps.

Chimur Tiger Resort

Located 7.1 km from the Moharli safari gate, Chimur Tiger Resort is a family-owned retreat, catering top-notch accommodation services to visitors. The classy rooms and tents maintain the privacy of the guests. The primary mission of the retreat is to extend a unique experience in staying so close to nature and wildlife. 

Facilities - Pick & drop facility, smart TV, high-speed Wi-Fi, swimming pool, parking, laundry service and 24/7 multi-cuisine restaurant.

Rooms - 20 elegant interior rooms named Ananta with amenities like cable TV, Wi-Fi, balcony or terrace, AC, electric kettle, bonfire, and steam bath.

Red Earth Resort

Located about 7.2 km from the Zari safari gate, the Red Earth Resort is located within the edges of Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve. Brimmed with rustic charm, Red Earth Resort is an ecotourism retreat, surrounded by seamless wilderness. 

Facilities - Gift shop, conference room, high-speed Wi-Fi, swimming pool, open shower area, small fridge, LCD TV, locker, electric kettle, spa, restaurant and recreation area.

Rooms - 20 luxury cottages with private pool and private sit-out in the verandah. The bricks used to construct the walls of the cottages are made of fly ash, a residue of the thermal plants of Chandrapura. 

Tadoba Jungle Camp

Located merely at a distance of 3.8 km from the Moharli safari gate of Tadoba National Park, Tadoba Jungle Camp is decked up with rustic designs. The Irai Lake is in close vicinity of Tadoba Jungle Camp and gazing at the sunrise and sunset near the lake is an out-of-the-world experience. 

Facilities - En-suite bathroom, AC, safety deposit box, sit-out deck, electric kettle, bonfire, restaurant with buffet, special activities for children, pool, etc.

Rooms - 12 Luxury cottages embedded with elevated comfort and all the room amenities necessary for a sophisticated stay. The cottages are constructed 10 feet above the ground level to facilitate the spectacular views from the rooms.

Tigers Empire Resort

Located 4.9 km from the Kolara safari gate, Tigers Empire Resort provides the best experience with a blend of heritage, comfort and togetherness. The accommodations and amenities are ideal for families, couples and corporate. The personalised services and an array of facilities make the resort one of the top-rated retreats in Tadoba National Park.

Facilities - recreational activities, swimming pool, spa, fine dining, pick & drop, parking, library, souvenir shop, laundry, bonfire, etc.

Rooms - Three types of rooms are available - Royal Suite, Executive Suite and Presidential Suite.

#tadoba safari booking #online jeep booking in tadoba #tadoba online safari booking #tadoba national park booking